Lionel was lost in thought for a long moment. He took a deep breath, then finally stood up and said to the three elders, "I'm sorry."
The moment he spoke, silence once again descended upon the living room. No one responded to him.
"When you've come to your senses and grown a brain, we'll discuss this again. We'll set another time. And next time, Lionel, I expect you won't keep us old men waiting. You need to learn some basic decency."
With that, Elder Finch turned and left without a backward glance.
The other two elders gave Lionel a long, meaningful look, sighed deeply, and followed him out.
Soon, only the three of them remained in the vast living room of the family home.
Mrs. Mary Rosenberg glanced at her disappointing son, worried she would have a stroke if she spoke to him any longer. She simply got up and walked out, unwilling to have any further conversation.
After she left, only the two brothers remained.
Quennel stared at Lionel in silence for a few seconds before letting out a small laugh. "Well, well. It seems everything I told you yesterday went in one ear and out the other. You didn't listen to a single word. And look at you now. This could have all been resolved today, but you managed to drive everyone away."
"You're officially the first person in history to infuriate the elders to this extent. I can't even imagine the looks on their faces the next time we have a meeting."
He knew Lionel was reckless, but he never imagined he'd be so foolish in front of the elders.
The man was playing with fire, and sooner or later, he was going to get burned.
"It was obvious they just wanted to call me here to humiliate me. You really think I didn't know that? They've already made up their minds about whether to kick me out or not."
With no one else around, Lionel laid his cards on the table.

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